Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
That's the first fish on Oh Fuck Yes!, one of the nicest small stream dry fly rods I've ever fished. Paired with the Airflow 3/4 it's goddamn perfect for dry flies out to as far as I need to cast on this stream. Mikey, I can't say thanks enough for this rod. It's fucking perfect. A few more fell to it today. Oh Fuck Yes! indeed.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I may not know and fully grasp the math of a fly rod. But I know what it takes to create one, I know what the mind and hands and heart have to do to reach the final point of handing one over for the final inspection by the client. Tolstoy said "There is one indubitable indication distinguishing real art from its counterfeit, namely, the infectiousness of it. If a man, without exercising effort and without altering his standpoint on reading, hearing, or seeing another man's work, experiences a mental condition which unites him with that man and with other people who also partake of that work of art, then the object evoking that condition is a work of art."
I can give all sorts of guff and prodding to people here on this board, but I can never take away the final words of "well done" to Glistas Salmon flies or Shays and GB's and Mike's rods, or the personal experience that at bottom line unites us all here in that moment when the line unrolls over our shoulder, lays down in slow motion on the water and that trout sips.
I think art is maybe something that is not a trick (thank you Ralph Waldo) But something that is however fragile or stout, is real. It's done with craftsmanship and touched with hands that make it real and useful for the subject it was meant for.
I want the Rod named Ren's Inheritance. Because someday when this vehicle I am riding around in has ceased to work, it will be hers, and she will be able to appreciate the work, art, craftsmanship because I taught her how to."